She'd had to suck them and receive them in her asshole. Many men had tied her down to the bed. Or they found other ways to submit her to bondage. They...tortured her tits. They glazed her bare cunt lips with seething candle wax."Here I am. I kneel and ponder my fate. I wait for new patrons who will bring me new tortures. They shall offer me new ways to service my Mistress. It is my pride to accept that. To invite it. It has become my life. It is who I am. I know that now.Sometimes I wonder about. My sister had always been into fancy undies and cheap perfume and was always looking for ways to build her make-up skills with special tools and even taking classes in cosmetology to give her added ability to boost her image to men.I remembered when we were still small and she would go into a hallway of another building and allow one or more of the boys to push up against her with her face into the wall. I hated to see that but couldn’t tear my eyes from the hands and fingers robbing her of her. So, I got him good and tweaked and laid at the edge of the bed, holding my legs up with my knees in my chest and had Kyle French kiss my asshole for a good long time. He knelt down on the floor in front of me and he looked at my puckered, hairy asshole and finally ran his tongue up it. It felt so damn good and I could feel my asshole clenching as he started licking and lapping on it. I grabbed his head and pushed it into my ass and told him to suck on my asshole and when he did, I was going. Without even bothering to clean it up I just grabbed the back of her head and threw her onto the ground. She hit the ground pretty hard and started crying pretty heavily. “Please, just leave me, I did what you wanted to” she said between sobs. “I could,” I told her, “but what makes you think I’m done with you.” I put the gag in her mouth and commanded her to get her ass up in the air. She was reluctant about it, but she did. I then took out my whip, and started to whip her ass. Whipping.